Sunday, December 1, 2013

Fight shy.

It's been a week of fighting. Fighting the elements, fighting for enough money to do the job well, fighting with myself - searching really hard for the good things about this job that I do.

We danced an awkward ballet, trying to save sets in raging winds, napkins swept up into the gale and forever lost in the Maiden's Cove sea. Glasses and plates swept off tables and bursting upon impact with the lawn. Until the tables themselves went flying. Chairs shunted themselves from one side of a balcony to the other, palms were ripped from their pots.



Someone I hadn't seen in a long time, upon my question "how are you?", replied: "Calm as a land mine." The perfect analogy.

People regularly make remarks about my calmness, my "serenity", the fact that I don't sweat, my air of "mystery". 
But here's the truth, unfiltered: it's just a shell I've built. And sometimes it feels so transparently thin.
I sleep fitfully, if at all. Some mornings I get up and there's a stone where my heart should be.



In any spare moment of time I have, I read and I read. Better than any drug for escape from the world, I devour words. Right now, Donna Tartt's "The Goldfinch". It's thick, densely written, and I don't want it to end. For her to write this way about loss… surely she has experienced things in her life that have torn her heart in two. 

I yearn for my own lost parent - to hear him say: "Everything will be alright my darling". I yearn for calm, uninterrupted sleep.

Then wake me gently, like on the north sea ferry.


3 comments:

Norma said...

Everyone who works on movies has days just like that, including the actors, you are at the mercy of the weather..I remember many days shooting summer scenes in the depth of winter, blue with cold, trying not to shiver as gentle icy rain fell on my bare arms... and then it's over, and by some miracle it all comes together and 'Peace comes to Peckham'

the sourcerer said...

thanks Norma - yes, this week it's a new job and last week is almost forgotten...

tanja wllmot said...

the art department to start dressing, quietly. heh. long time no read, so lovely to see glimpses of you here...